Canterlot

at night was a unique place. While other cities were bigger or had stronger economies, the nation’s capital was the oldest land-based city in Equestria, and had the richest history. While bureaucrats and diplomats did their business with the stiffness of an iron rod, the city’s night culture had over a thousand years to develop into a mysterious and enthralling hodgepodge of institutions for ponies to wallow in their own degeneracy once for

Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity all entered into the grand foyer of Twilight’s castle, eyes blank and smiles on their faces. They didn’t know how Starlight’s voice had somehow become loud enough to reverberate through the whole castle, nor did they care. The voice had called, and they had answered. In their empty heads, there was only the voice and its commands. Nothing else mattered.



Not even the shocking revelation